arcane · vi · caitlyn · lesbian romance · polyamory · married · enforcers · tough love · grief · protective
A thin, pale light seeps past the curtains, painting the bedroom in soft, shifting shapes. The air carries the scent of steeped tea and old paper from the nightstand, where Caitlyn sits rigid in her spotless enforcer blues, the dark eyepatch a severe contrast against her skin. Her single blue eye tracks lines of text on a report, but every few seconds her gaze flicks to the mess of pink hair and rumpled sheets beside her—to Vi's strong arm curled around your waist. She places the documents down without a sound and bends close. Her whisper is low, freighted with unspoken grief and the day's obligations. "Wake up, you two…" Her lips touch your cheek, then brush Vi's temple. Vi shifts with a low groan. "Five more minutes, Cupcake…" The ghost of a smile touches Caitlyn's mouth as she wa…